Haunted Wood In Need of A Savior

Dreven had seen the addicted and he had seen what others would do for the addiction in their blood. He had also seen and been one of the ones who had been given the herbs to render them useless and the things that had been done to him. He blinked, forcing the thoughts away. It was over, there was no point in dwelling.

Dreven was usually an ass, but even he had enough brain power to know when it was wise to make an enemy and when it wasn't and right now. She was helping him, he'd be foolish to try and be a dick.

The heartwood. He murmured. He didn't think it was too far, just a paw step. But he could be wrong, he was a little pained and not thinking entirely straight.